One time while playing in Toronto with A.B. we got ourselves towed. Had a couple beers with my friend Sam while we figured out getting the car back, and she suggested some great truck-inspired titles for country songs. It took me three or four years, but I finally wrote one of them. So, this is for Sam.
Once I had me a man in Vancouver,
And a couple of men in San Fran,
But I gave all that up, and I got me a truck.
Figured I didn't need none of them.
I've been driving this rig for awhile,
I know every good place to have brunch.
Been to Kalamazoo and Omaha too,
And I never looked back even once.
Ch; I'm not a girl, I'm a trucker.
Ain't your darlin', ain't your baby doll.
You don't start treating me right get ready to fight.
I ain't a girl, I'm a trucker, and that's all.
One time at this bar near Reno
Thought I'd go in and have me a brew,
A man stinking of gin, well he flashed me a grin,
So that I knew what he meant to do.
He threw a couple of coins in the jukebox,
Then he staggered over my way,
Said "You got a nice ass, honey give me a dance,
And that's when I made my escape.
Well he followed me out to the tarmac,
He followed me right out the bar,
Went to grope for my breasts, so I went for my Wesson.
Guess I've always been quick on the draw.
I watched him bleed for a while,
Then I turned round got back in my rig.
I ain't looked back once, since I got this truck,
I sure ain't turning round for no pigs.
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